Hello everyone who somehow stumbled into this messy blog. I should’ve written this post like a month ago, but as usual, being a perpetual procrastinator, it’s already a good thing that this post is even coming out. I don’t know what I’m supposed to write to be honest. But even I know that I should at least try to commemorate something as meaningful as a five-year wedding anniversary, which mine happened like a month ago. Who would’ve guessed that I’m able to being committed to one person for a whole five years? Well, not me. I know I’ve been in a very long on and off relationship before, but it being on and off I guess we can all agree that it didn’t count.
So, how do I feel after living with another person for five years? To be honest, never better. I’d lie if I say that it has always been easy. It hasn’t. We’ve been through so many things that I’ve never imagined I’ll ever survive before. So many trials and tests, including our struggle with fertility in earlier years, financial misfortunes, global pandemic which force us to face each other every minute and every day for almost 4 months straight, and many other things that I’d like to keep close to my chest. The ride could’ve made one of us want to jump out of the ship. But luckily both of us decided to try again and again to stay afloat this far, offering each other life vests when the other one felt like drowning.
There’s one thing that I know for sure now, I will always have my person with me. The one who will grumpily say that I make no sense when I cried watching a drama, but still accept my snuggle because he knows that I need comforting and my love language is hugging. The one who will just shake his head watching and listening to my crazy dance and singing. The one who will give constructive criticism (very carefully) to my cooking. The one who not only understands but also accepting my decisions, and having my back, even when I know that no one else will. The one who will sneakily showing off that I’m good at drawing to anyone who will listen. He and I both are bad at romance and being romantic, but as I’m writing this paragraph, even without the sweet words or the grand gestures, I can’t help to think that our life is pretty romantic indeed.
Hey, you, I know there’s a very slim to non-chance you will read this post, because you hate learning English, which annoyed me to high heaven, but still, If I really must choose my person, knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t want to have it any other way. Happy fifth!
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